It started with the weight of a Zenit EM in my hands.
At sixteen, my father gave me my first film SLR. While I was already learning the mechanics of shooting and processing in the school darkroom, that camera changed how I viewed the world. Suddenly, light, movement, and composition weren’t just technical elements; they were a way of seeing.

Growing up in a sports-mad family, it was inevitable that my two passions would collide. I took my camera everywhere: from the roar of the stands at Lang Park to the salt spray of Burleigh Heads for the early Stubbies Pro. With a zoom lens and a 2x extender, I learned to anticipate the action, freezing moments of intensity and raw skill.

My path almost took a different turn. My father had proudly shared my portfolio with a contact at The Courier-Mail, opening the door to a potential cadetship at The Telegraph. But shortly after, he passed away suddenly. In the grief and chaos, the opportunity slipped away. However, his influence remained the driving force behind my work.

I chose to study Physical Education, deepening my understanding of human movement. I spent years playing everything from Rugby League and Union to Surfing, Baseball, and Basketball. I learned the rhythm and discipline of competition from the inside.

Today, I stepped out of the game and onto the sideline. My photography is shaped by that lived experience—capturing sport not just as an observer, but with the insight and empathy of someone who has lived it.